Monday night I headed to CVS, after soccer practice, to get our prescriptions and eggs. It is kind of an odd combination, but you do what you gotta do.  I got the scripts just fine and was waiting at the counter to pay for the eggs. There was a man in font of me waiting in line as well. He was much younger, 23 it turns out, had multiple piercings through the cartilage in his ears, and had a flame like tattoo peeking up from the back of his shirt. He did not appear to be someone that I would want Crisana to date, not trying to be judgmental mind you. His jeans were also about four sizes too big and wrapped around his thighs.
While in line his buddy came in asking what the hold up was. His buddy looked to be a man of better character, but not a whole lot. The guy gets called up to the front and orders two cigars from behind the counter. I am not a cigar connoisseur, but I can figure out these were not real high class cigars. I think he ordered two orange menthol cigars for about $1.29 each. He bought them to get change for something else. Drug deal? I have no idea. The lady asks for to see his ID. He pulls out his ID…and this is what I heard….“No, I need to see your driver’s license.”
“My license has been suspended.”
“I need to see some ID please, before I can sell these to you.”
“Here.”
“I need to see a State issued ID.”
“That is a State issued ID. They give those to you when you are in prison.”
“I still need to see a State issued ID.”
“That is one.”
The next register opened up during this conversation, I paid for the eggs and scurried home. I may be strange, but not stupid.
